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Reblogged from lickystickypickywe
It was an evening I decided to look up. Signs of progress even up in the sky. The city is ugly and busy and noisy. Nothing pretty around here. Just cranes. Everywhere. (photos by me)
Static birds in the sky.
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Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via bookmania)
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Reblogged from pahhlahcchuuu
At one point in our lives we always ask ourselves why do I exist? Why am I here? What purpose am I suppose to have in the world? None of us were born knowing what purpose we’re suppose to serve in the world. None of us grow up knowing what we’re going to be in the future. None…
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F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (@edgarkennedy)
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